posted on November 2, 2011 at 8:54 pm

SK*sk*sk*SK

in the dappled light of winged genius

at the threshhold of divine tombs

we ask but how can gods themselves die ?

we call into the darkness of humanity

we search each others universe for signs of a faintest life……

come on the time being will lead the way !

we thrash that way and this

djungle of words rapped around my calves

something has lured us into a long entropy

we sail overhead embezzled by the stars themselves

baby we will explode in  one million pieces over peru

i have separated within my own skin in spades

i lay down my suits solemnly i know god watches what i do

my mind my ally my mind my traitor

my mouth is a liar when it smiles like galilee

my angular ocean

scarlet says daddy i want to walk on that water

even in a poem i smile sadly

to see her disappear over the horizon

my spirit fled to some warm extinguishment

my soul roasted clean in some freezing fire

my futures dealt out into the hands of the players

the journey has barely begun and it seems we have arrived

an elaborate interweaving network of impossible coincidenci

an imitation of some great titans intent

my words are either meaningless or hold a huge important truth

only in this world could both conditions be said to be fulfilled

i have pulled an endless array of things from head

can it be a dismal emptiness now envelopes me…?

i have excavated right through to my last life

i thump on the walls of this cell for the past to hear

who am i and who have i been……?

my velvet voice returns a mockery of itself

my magic flares up in my  basalt face

and scorches my alabaster hands

half on half off

half man half beast

half creature half angel

in one hand nothing

in the other everything

in the other everything is exactly nothing

and poetry and mathematics and art and love

are ambiguous plates we juggle till they smash

i wield this tiny painful power

i would rather have a great fortune and be stupid

i would rather drift in my ice blue pool with the iq of a moth

i would rather sleep in my deep bed dumb as any river

i would rather live on my enchanted isle off italys lovely coast

i am content with great riches and the crushed beauties thereabouts

i am ready for castles cognac and the adriatic sun brings morphine morning

inure me to philosophy and the search for meaning in a meaningless world

give me bottomless goblets of the sweetest nepenthe

i am like a beggar about to turn into odysseus himself

i bequeath winter to my friends in absentia delicto

i leave my nebulous gifts to  buffoons  and sad lovers

i direct my affairs from beyond and off sure

life is as i always suspected a lethal necrotic business

dog eat dog eat man eat world eat moon eat stars

why do you care what i say….i’m just a punter like thyself

white hippy moses in the vale of tears in the shadow of death

get across it!

 

 

 

 

 

14 Responses to “mystic smudge”

  1. avatar
    . | 2 November 2011 at 9:50 pm #

    to the man who needs no introduction
    congratulations on your upcoming induction
    best wishes for many more years of construction,
    making thought-provoking music amidst the Nothing
    that threatens our blessed cities and populations
    keep your eyes ahead, don’t worry about tomorrow
    while you dream with the gods who sit atop olympus

  2. avatar
    kell | 2 November 2011 at 11:04 pm #

    Yes, let’s get across it. ‘Tis called ‘the leap of Faith’, I do believe.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 3 November 2011 at 1:51 am #

    Very beautiful blog/poem today, and a very beautiful daughter. You are truly blessed when you can look into the eyes of your born angel…and still see innocence (she has your frown line, though yours is covered with fur).

    She is precious, as all children are.

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

  4. avatar
    ASSMIDGET | 3 November 2011 at 6:05 am #

    Gods can’t die but also can not be born.
    Only a ladyboy can kill Bill

  5. avatar
    Judith Miller | 3 November 2011 at 7:51 am #

    Love it

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 November 2011 at 8:04 am #

    Cognac and wealth… hmmm? As above, congratulations; well deserved.

  7. avatar
    Once | 3 November 2011 at 8:55 am #

    YES.

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    princey | 3 November 2011 at 9:01 am #

    ahhhh, to live off Italy’s lovely coast sounds perfect for you…..I don’t believe you’d be happy with the rest Killsy

    And that’s a beaut photo of sk’n’sk jnr 🙂

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    david | 3 November 2011 at 1:22 pm #

    how to create a Mystic Smudge,….burn one Mystic lightly … rub…

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 November 2011 at 1:37 pm #

    an imitation of some great titans intent
    …fantastic

  11. avatar
    Stewart | 3 November 2011 at 5:32 pm #

    Great work.

  12. avatar
    Narelle | 3 November 2011 at 6:31 pm #

    very scary childhood memories when adults spoke of ‘walking on water’…its no wonder I spent 40 minutes of scripture classes hammering the poor priest that was trying to ‘enlighten’ us
    believing in something that makes no sense is a hard road for any person but children are so much more vunerable to mixed messages…adults need to take extreme care so as not to mess with their untainted minds/universe
    for the greater part we do have good fortune…

  13. avatar
    DavidP | 3 November 2011 at 9:27 pm #

    unwanted discoveries
    no nerve to see
    asleep in old ways
    lost in reveries

    happy in the clay
    prisoner by own device
    mountains in the way
    ears deaf to all advice

    chose not to see
    chose not to hear
    so no more shall we say
    except to wish one well
    upon their journey’s way

  14. avatar
    hellbound heart | 7 November 2011 at 7:34 pm #

    this is just stunning…..beautiful


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